munch i danseform

tenker mye på det stykket her som jeg så på stockholm stadsteater i fjor
herregud så bra det var
birgitta egerbladh hadde tolket munch-malerier & gjort dem om til danseteater
det var noe sårt og universelt over situasjonene hun skapte
noe som sa mye om det å være menneske

lite tekst mye kroppsspråk utrolig fint
skulle ønske teater ikke forsvant

vad är mat och vad är annat

har alltid vært en stor fan av klungan. spesielt denne forestillingen her; 'det är vi som är hemgiften' og spesielt denne monologen her. elsker den kroppslige og absurde humoren deres.

siden de begynte å samarbeide med birgitta egerbladh har forestillingene deres blitt noe av det beste jeg kan tenke meg. nå jobber de med sin neste forestilling og tredje samarbeid med birgitta egerbladh som kommer våren 2014. jeg gleder meg massivt! det er vel verdt å ta seg en tur til sverige for å se den gjengen her, altså.









og om du liker dette her; sjekk også ut deres 'se oss flyga över scenen i fruktansvärda hastigheter', 'ingen bor i skogen' (tv-serie) og 'mammas nya kille' (radio/podcast).

matthias, han ene av dem, har et prosjekt på si som heter viiala/fransson som er enda mer absurd, nesten som en alt-lit performance / kunst / danseteater. det er dødsmorsomt synes jeg, men kanskje hakket lengre ut og mindre tilgjengelig enn klungan som når et stort publikum og har blitt ganske folkekjære i sverige. har blogget om viiala/fransson litt lengre nede på siden. en trailer til deres siste forestilling 'husbil' og en hel forestilling 'kunskapsluckan' ligger på vimeo.

hvis jeg noensinne skulle klare å regissere noe som ligner på dette i kvalitet kan jeg daue lykkelig

husbil & kunnskapsluckan / absurd humor och dans

fransson/viiala - is it possible not to love this?

 
Husbil Trailer from Fransson/Viiala on Vimeo.

En humormystisk dansteaterföreställning. Leiv och Hoon försöker förstå om man är en flock, en samling eller bara två personer inomhus. Det hela utvecklar sig snabbt till en orgie i världsfrånvändhet och historieförfalskning.

KUNSKAPSLUCKAN from Fransson/Viiala on Vimeo.

En grupp bestående av två personer genomför intensiva rundvandringar i personen bredvid. Det görs skanning och kartläggning av den egna och den andres strategier för att i diagramform avgöra om det finns något större fel på den mellanmänskliga stommen. Det gör det. Gruppen ger i anslutning råd och tips om hur du evakuerar dig själv och skuldbelastar den andra. Som bonus erbjuder gruppen övningar i att ringa och ta emot samtal.

jean cocteau / and why one should learn french and german

read a couple of his plays a few weeks ago when I was in sweden, and I cant wait to read more. too bad that not everything he wrote has been translated from french. I guess I just have to learn french (again).
one of the plays I read was this one: the human voice. here acted by ingrid bergman


this is a different documentary than the one I posted before.. this one is called jean cocteau - autobiography of an unknown artist. it is very very good. I love this guy.



the main reasons to learn french:
to read christophe honorés books
to read antonin artaud
to read jean cocteau

main reasons to learn german:
to be able to listen to thepodcast Im Sumpf from FM4 (subscribe in itunes)
to read the michael ende things that hasnt been translated
to listen to german rapgroup: blumentopf
to read christian kracht
to watch top notch theaterperfomances
to listen to poet/musician/greatnessguy: peter licht

(most of these german tips come from my good friend leander)

feel free to make similar lists in the comments-field. more reasons to learn french/german/another language?

leander adds the following reasons to learn german: Thomas Bernhard, Friedrich Nietzsche, Einstürzende Neubauten, Texta, Werner Herzog, Ulrich Seidl, Rainer Werner Fassbinder, Burg Theater Wien, Volksbühne Berlin, Die Sendung ohne Namen, Element of Crime.
(however; Herzog, Fassbinder and Seidl are possible to get translated)

Jean Cocteau

These days I am watching Jean Cocteau movies. It is very amusing.



Here is actually Orpheus, the whole movie


Le Sang D'un Poet


and La légende d'Orphée


and the first part of a documentary on him (the rest of it is on youtube)

klungen - det är vi som är hemgiften

the funniest guys I know of.



here with music by two white horses:

Bergmanfestival & the act of acting

If only I was in Stockholm right now I would attend this seemingly brilliant festival, the Ingmar Bergman international theatre festival that starts now in a few days. Its filled with new and exciting theatre, film, (of course Bergman stuff) and concerts.

like the spunge I have become when it comes to theatre I would love to be there and suck in all of the expressions coming from the stage.

the festival has these tiny cute commercialvideos like this one


nothing is more appealing to me than the act of acting.
I have found what I want to do in life, yet I am going back to school to finish my last bachelor year in economics. one might wonder why. at least I do.

but in the absolute nearest future at least I get to do what I like.
in about 10 minutes I will leave to go to a studio where I will be recording a monologue for a friend of mine's short film. I am not in the film, just acting with my voice. I am supposed to be the voice of a young girl an old professor has a love affair with. the text is in swedish and very heavy/hard to pronounce and I have not practised at all. I guess I should do that for the next five minutes before I hurry there.

Crave

A:s bedazzlingly beautiful monologue from Crave by Sarah Kane from 1999

"And I want to play hide-and-seek and give you my clothes and tell you I like your shoes and sit on the steps while you take a bath and massage your neck and kiss your feet and hold your hand and go for a meal and not mind when you eat my food and meet you at Rudy's and talk about the day and type your letters and carry your boxes and laugh at your paranoia and give you tapes you don't listen to and watch great films and watch terrible films and complain about the radio and take pictures of you when you're sleeping and get up to fetch you coffee and bagels and Danish and go to Florent and drink coffee at midnight and have you steal my cigarettes and never be able to find a match and tell you about the the programme I saw the night before and take you to the eye hospital and not laugh at your jokes and want you in the morning but let you sleep for a while and kiss your back and stroke your skin and tell you how much I love your hair your eyes your lips your neck your breasts your arse your

and sit on the steps smoking till your neighbour comes home and sit on the steps smoking till you come home and worry when you're late and be amazed when you're early and give you sunflowers and go to your party and dance till I'm black and be sorry when I'm wrong and happy when you forgive me and look at your photos and wish I'd known you forever and hear your voice in my ear and feel your skin on my skin and get scared when you're angry and your eye has gone red and the other eye blue and your hair to the left and your face oriental and tell you you're gorgeous and hug you when you're anxious and hold you when you hurt and want you when I smell you and offend you when I touch you and whimper when I'm next to you and whimper when I'm not and dribble on your breast and smother you in the night and get cold when you take the blanket and hot when you don't and melt when you smile and dissolve when you laugh and not understand why you think I'm rejecting you when I'm not rejecting you and wonder how you could think I'd ever reject you and wonder who you are but accept you anyway and tell you about the tree angel enchanted forest boy who flew across the ocean because he loved you and write poems for you and wonder why you don't believe me and have a feeling so deep I can't find words for it and want to buy you a kitten I'd get jealous of because it would get more attention than me and keep you in bed when you have to go and cry like a baby when you finally do and get rid of the roaches and buy you presents you don't want and take them away again and ask you to marry me and you say no again but keep on asking because though you think I don't mean it I do always have from the first time I asked you and wander the city thinking it's empty without you and want what you want and think I'm losing myself but know I'm safe with you and tell you the worst of me and try to give you the best of me because you don't deserve any less and answer your questions when I'd rather not and tell you the truth when I really don't want to and try to be honest because I know you prefer it and think it's all over but hang on in for just ten more minutes before you throw me out of your life and forget who I am and try to get closer to you because it's a beautiful learning to know you and well worth the effort and speak German to you badly and Hebrew to you worse and make love with you at three in the morning and somehow somehow somehow communicate some of the overwhelming undying overpowering unconditional all-encompassing heart-enriching mind-expanding on-going never-ending love I have for you."

In this play there are 4 characters, A, B, C and M
the pictures are from when Deborah Harry played M in New York in 2000.


More on that perticular staging of Crave can be found here.

Sarah Kane passed away at the age of 28 in 1999 when she herself chosed to end her life. More on Sarah Kane and her plays here.